He was only two, he was one of the kittens in my pic. We got him and his sister right after Flames came, they were her therapy kittens.About noon today my partner called me, she and her cousin were in the spare room cleaning, she heard meowing and found Clyde lying on his side. The meowing may have been Pumkin. I was so confused. We thought he was still alive but now I don't know. I told Flames and partner and I rushed him to emergency vet. By then his lips were grey. We knew he was gone. They tried to revive him but he didn't respond.We tried to get a car service to bring Flames over to say goodbye but couldn't, (there's no gas in Brooklyn) so I drove back and brought her and cousin and we all said goodbye.He'd been running around, jumping on the counter, totally fine then gone half hour later.I'm freaked out as well as sad, keep checking on Bonnie. So, requesting prayers vibes whatnot for us. This is really hard.

_________________A whole lot of access and privilege goes into being sanctimonious pricks J-DubDessert is currently a big bowl of sanctimonious, passive aggressive vegan enduced boak. FezzaYou people are way less funny than Pandacookie. Sucks to be you.-interrobang?!

_________________Did you notice the slight feeling of panic at the words "Chicken Basin Street"? Like someone was walking over your grave? Try not to remember. We must never remember. - mumblesIs this about devilberries and nazifruit again? - footface